"I don't think you'll do that, sir."
"Why not, pray?"
"I don't think you dare do it, in the face of that strange doctor."
"You don't? And so Dr. Jedd is the master of this house, is he?"
"Yes, sir. Till that poor dear young lady is well again, if ever that day comes, I think Dr. Jedd will be the real master in this house."
"By ——! Mrs. Woolper, you're a cool hand, I must say!"
He could say no more. Of passionate or declamatory language he had no command. The symbols of thought that obtained in his world were of a limited and primitive range.
"You're a cool hand," he repeated, under his breath. And then he turned and left the room, opening and closing the door less cautiously than on his entrance.
The door of the opposite room was opened softly as he came out into the corridor, and Diana Paget stood before him, dressed as she had been in the day.
"What!" he exclaimed, impatiently, "are you up too?"